Morgan grabbed Treavor by his hips and before Treavor could say with certainty that he knew what his brother was intending to do he found himself face down in the pile of pillows Custis had been leaning against moments before, his hips high in the air and a hand at the back of his neck, keeping him in place.
Morgan was kneeling on his ankles, it wasn't comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, but it kept him relatively still, which was exactly what the younger twin wanted.
Treavor whimpered as Morgan leaned over him towards the bedside table where he had set the basin of oil. Treavor watched as Morgan dipped two fingers into the bowl, just two, before the arm and hand disappeared from his line of sight.
Treavor knew what was coming, he expected it, but knowing and expecting did little to quell the little whimper that crawled from his throat as the two fingers returned to his entrance, slipping in without so much as a twitch of resistance.
Treavor could hear just how slick he was, each press of Morgan's fingers smeared oil in and around Treavor's entrance, creating quite the mess between his thighs.
Despite having his hands free, Treavor found himself able to do little more than grasp at the surrounding pillows, he was in no position to struggle, and even if he were strong enough, Morgan had him in such an odd position that he couldn't get a good angle to resist.
Morgan carried on with his hand for a good while, alternating between fucking Treavor on his fingers or scisoring the younger brother open, Treavor could feel his brother's burning gaze on him the entire time, watching and listening intently as he mewled and writhed beneath his brother's hand.
Periodically, Morgan would pull his fingers free to gather more oil on his hand, sometimes he would drizzle the warm lubricant across Treavor's thighs, other times, he would simply press the slick, warm substance directly into Treavor.
More than once did Morgan tease Treavor with a third finger, nudging his entrance with the extra digit to test how loose Treavor was. And much to Treavor's horror, he found his body giving way beneath his brother's touch.
Treavor would whimper and whine every time he felt that extra finger, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop his brother if or when Morgan decided that he was ready, but if he could prolong the inevitable, he would.
The younger brother's breath fell in heavy pants as his eyes rolled about his skull, he thoughtlessly pressed his hips back against Morgan's fingers as he mewled helplessly, groaning in disappointment as the fingers once again retreated.
Oh.
And then the third finger was finally introduced.
There was no hesitation, no pause.
Treavor buried his face into the pillow to stifle the delighted sob that tore from his throat as Morgan effortlessly pressed a third finger into him.
The stretching sensation was soothed by the warm oil, but Treavor found himself not minding the subtle burn as much as he did before. He gasped and sobbed and whined as his brother slowly, carefully worked him open on his hand.
Treavor moved back against the fingers, rolling his hips as best he could, Morgan chuckled behind him.
"Enjoying yourself Treavor?"
It was then that the younger brother realized that Morgan was no longer moving his hand and rather, Treavor had been fucking himself on his brother's fingers.
Shame broke out across Treavor's cheeks as he futility attempted to still the rolling of his hips, Morgan tutted before he curled his fingers just right and Treavor screamed.
"W-we have to wait for Custis." Morgan panted heatedly as he began to scissor the three fingers inside Treavor, spreading him wide open and wonderful.
"Said I'd have you absolutely ready for his return."
Treavor couldn't find his voice, couldn't even find his head, his vision burned white beneath Morgan's fingers and his toes curled. All that ran through his head other than 'moremoremremoremoremoremore!' Was…
Ready for what?
Morgan huffed irately behind him during a brief moment of reprieve as he had reached out to fetch more oil, Treavor panted into the pillows, rolling his hips against empty air.
Morgan was taking too long, Treavor wanted more, he hated himself for it, but his self loathing did little to stall the needy little whimper which passed his lips.
"Patience Treavor." Morgan chided heatedly as he shifted behind his little brother, running his hand along the slickened expanse of Treavor's thighs, humming a thoughtless tune as he did so.
"I need to fetch more oil." He finally concluded after a bountiful pause, the hand at the back of Treavor's neck squeezed tightly as Morgan spoke.
"You are to stay here. Just like this, and wait for my return." Treavor whimpered as nails bit into the sides of his throat.
"Am I clear Treavor?"
Treavor took a shaky breath before nodding, the grip on his throat tightened again.
"Y-yes…"
The hand disappeared and Morgan leaned close, suckling at the crescent indents his nails had made with his lips and tongue before his warmth retreated from the bed.
Leaving Treavor alone with his thoughts…
His stomach churned and rolled as the fire beneath his skin began to settle, no longer bubbling and boiling quite so viciously, so desperately. But he knew it would take little to return him to a writhing mess beneath his brother.
Time was precious and Treavor had very little to act. He knew damn well that, if he failed, there was nothing in the whole of the isles that would save him from the fury of his brothers.
But whatever the twins had in store for him that evening would surely be worse than any corporal punishment they could think of… Right?
Treavor turned to face the bathroom door where Morgan had retreated to. The linen closet was open, Morgan couldn't see the mirror from his position and therefore couldn't see Treavor.
Treavor shifted his legs, carefully, making sure not to disturb the bedsprings as he slipped from the bed, stifling the little sounds clawing at his throat with the back of his wrist.
His legs slid seamlessly together, slickened by the oil. The space between his thighs was loose...
Very loose.
Treavor shuddered, his knees quaking as he stood. His pants had been discarded near the end of the bed and as quickly and quietly as he could he slipped them on, forgoing underwear for the time being.
A flicker of movement from the bathroom, Morgan was out of the linen closet. Treavor found himself running. Not to the hall, not even to the door leading to the hall, no, Treavor slammed against the bathroom door just as Morgan caught sight of him in the mirror.
Treavor sat himself at the base of the door, furthest from the hinges to prevent it from opening.
The door shook and rattled behind Treavor's back as Morgan snarled and howled within the confines of the bathroom, cursing Treavor's name and promising sweet lies that he wouldn't hurt Treavor if he complied right away and opened the fucking door.
Treavor stayed put, cautious and waiting until he heard it. The sound of the other bathroom entrance opening, the one which led to the twins' study. Treavor quickly stood and opened the door he had been blocking moments before, stepping into the bathroom, locking the door behind him before following Morgan's path and slipping through the study door.
He could not so much hear, but feel Morgan pacing about in the bedroom, damn well near tearing the room apart as he searched.
Treavor considered running, really running, back to his room, but no doubt that was exactly where his brothers would expect him to run. No, he had to be clever.
Morgan stalked into the bathroom and Treavor scurried beneath the large desk occupying the back of the room. Custis' desk had a deep well beneath for leg room, with hardly a gap between the base to give away his hiding place.
Treavor crawled to the very back corner and tucked his knees to his chest, cupping his mouth with his palm to stifle the frantic breaths his body was demanding.
The tears were warm on his cheeks as he listened to Morgan pace and curse and hiss. Briefly he wondered where exactly Custis had gotten off to, surely he wasn't done his paperwork yet?
The door leading to the hall opened and immediately, Custis called out, "What happened?"
"Treavor decided he wanted to play hide and seek." Morgan seethed as he reappeared through the bathroom door.
"And you haven't found him yet?"
"We only just started!"
"Are you sure he's still here?"
"I'm beginning to doubt that."
"Well you better go find him them."
"What about you?"
"Our wonderful father decided to shunt some of his work onto my shoulders."
"Oh, poor dear."
"I need this done by breakfast apparently, so I'm leaving you to find Treavor."
"May we begin the festivities without you?"
"I believe that only fair dear brother… Just make sure you bring him back with you once you're done, I have a feeling I'll be in need of… Relief, once this is all taken care of."
With that, Morgan retreated to the halls, no doubt intending to look into every nook and cranny the house had to offer in search of his wayward brother while Custis returned to… The… Desk…
Treavor held his breath as the chair was pulled out and Custis took his usual seat, the subtle 'skritch, skritch, skritch' of ink on paper began shortly after.
Treavor remained where he was, caught beneath the desk, watching every movement his brother made as he worked. If Custis uncrossed his legs or stretched he'd be caught…
Perhaps it would have been better if he had just stayed put, if he had… Just taken what Morgan intended to give him, at least then Morgan may have been so inclined to be gentle… If only a little…
And now Morgan was pissed and Custis, well was surely unimpressed with his antics.
A pen bounced to the floor and rolled until it settled just beside Treavor's hand, Custis sighed a tired curse as he shifted in his seat, preparing to bend down.
Treavor bit his lips as he quietly rolled the pen back towards the wandering hand, he didn't sigh in relief as Custis' fingers found his prize, his hammering heart couldn't let him relax…
He wondered after a good, good while, when or if he'd ever be able to escape. He knew that the stunt he pulled with Morgan wouldn't work twice, especially not with Custis, nor would it go unpunished.
Eventually, he'd be caught, there was no way he wouldn't be, he lived in the same house as the twins for gods sake! If not tonight then tomorrow.
It was unavoidable.
It was stupid… Beyond stupid that he thought he'd ever be able to get away with something like this.
It was-
Custis nudged his shoulder with the toe of his shoe as he had been going to cross his legs beneath the desk.
There was a pause, Treavor forgot how to breathe…
The toe of the shoe rested just against his shoulder, the sounds of pen on paper had stilled above him…
And then slowly, slowly, Custis nudged his foot against Treavor's arm. Treavor was tucked in the far back corner beneath the desk without so much as an inch of room for him to retreat to.
The leg Custis had been crossing was set back to the floor, the chair rolled smoothly as Custis backed up, bent down and look beneath the desk.
Neither brother moved or spoke for another good while, Custis simply blinked at the sight of his younger brother curled beneath his writing desk, the younger brother whom his twin had somehow lost some few minutes earlier and went out hunting for.
"Why are you under my desk Treavor?" Custis finally asked after far too long of a pause. The elder brother sat back up in his seat, snapping his fingers twice as he pointed to the floor, specifically the space he had created between his thighs…
Treavor didn't move, though he did answer the question with a cautious, "'M hiding…"
"I can see that Treavor." The older twin snipped as he once again snapped his fingers, this time, Treavor obeyed… Custis sounded irate and he knew not to test his brother's temper.
Treavor took to a kneeling position between his brother's knees, he kept his eyes low as his cheeks warmed with shame and tears. He swallowed thickly, shuddering as a hand, familiar and warm, ran through his hair.
"Why were you hiding?" Custis asked smoothly as he tilted Treavor's head back to look up at him, though Custis wasn't even looking at his baby brother.
The 'skirtch, skritch, skritch' of pen on paper had resumed.
"Well?" Custis asked, his hold on Treavor's hair tightening as he glanced to the small boy kneeling before him.
"Y-you know why…" Treavor mumbled as he averted his eyes, not that there were many other places to look.
"Perhaps I do." Custis mused thoughtfully, "But I'd appreciate it if you told me."
Treavor gnawed at the inside of his lower lip. He knew anything he said now would be used against him later. If he said he didn't want his brothers, his brothers would kindly remind him how sweetly he had sobbed their names…
And if he lied and said he did want his brothers than his brothers would have no qualms indulging him.
"Treavor." His name was bit out, slowly, he was testing Custis' patience… That never boded well for him.
"I got scared…" Treavor settled to mumble, a half-truth, "I didn't know what Morgan wanted… And I got scared…" Less of a lie.
Custis hummed in response as he began to run his fingers through Treavor's hair, gently, gently drawing his baby brother's face closer to his crotch until Treavor's cheek came to press against Custis' inner thigh…
There was something solid beneath Treavor's cheek…
Tears began to dampen his brother's pant leg as Custis began speaking again.
"How far did Morgan get with you?" He asked, his voice accompanied by the ever insistent, skritch, skritch, skritch, of his pen. Treavor swallowed a small noise that could have been a sob as his insides fluttered.
"Three…" He replied smally through a shudder, "J-just three…" Custis made some noise of satisfaction at the back of his throat.
"I didn't…" Treavor began before quickly trailing off, he knew there was no point in arguing with his brothers… There never was.
"Maybe we pushed you too hard tonight?" Custis mused more to himself than Treavor as his other hand abandoned his pen, "Too much too quickly?" He stated, stated, despite the questioning tone, Treavor knew better than to respond.
"So." Custis chimed as he looked down to the small body between his thighs, "How about we de-escalate for a bit hmm?"
Treavor could feel as a spark ignited some blackened coals in his belly, he hated himself for feeling such sickened heat.
He knew what was next, he knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it…
Custis' free hand unbuttoned the front of his pants and just that.
Treavor knew what was expected of him…
He also knew the consequences of disobeying. He couldn't see the letter opener, but the small scar at the base of his neck itched at the memory of the damned knife.
He reached out with shaking hands, setting one palm against the top of his brother's thigh as the other fiddled with the tab of his zipper, Custis sighed above him as his fly was undone.
"Take your time." His brother instructed heatedly, "You have until Morgan finds you."
Custis was warm and heavy in Treavor's hand, large, firm… Treavor could feel his spine tingle as he slowly ran his hands over the length of his brother, pausing briefly at the base of the cock to worm him fingers beneath the front of his brother's pants, tugging them open further to fully release Custis from the confines of his pants.
Treavor nibbled at the tip of his tongue, encouraging drool to pool along the bottom of his mouth before he gathered the slickness across his tongue and leaned close.
This he could handle, and make no mistake Treavor hated this… But it was better than whatever Morgan had been doing to him earlier.
Treavor pressed his tongue to the underside of Custis' prick, slowly drawing his head up from the base, leaving a warm stripe of spit which his free hand smeared across the rest of the cock.
"There's a good boy…" Custis sighed softly as Treavor began to mouth at the head of the prick. Treavor kept his eyes averted as he slowly worked the cock into his mouth, lapping beyond where his lips reached as he hollowed his cheeks to suck.
He made it until the prick was uncomfortable close to the back of his throat before he pulled off to breathe properly, but he never fully abandoned the cock, no, he knew not too.
He trailed his lips along the side of Custis' prick, smearing the thick strands of saliva still clinging to his lips along the heat of the flesh, using his hand once more to pump the cock, smearing the makeshift lubricant about.
When he returned to the head of the prick again, Treavor used both hands the work whatever part of the shaft he couldn't fit into his mouth. Suckling wetly at the cock, smearing drool using his hands. His chin was growing sloppy, but Custis' didn't seem to mind at all.
The elder brother had once again set aside his paperwork to watch the lovely little sight crowded between his thighs, he doubted Treavor was aware of the little mewls and whimpers he allowed to escape as he bobbed his head.
Custis would have preferred his little brother to hurry, but he had said that Treavor could take his time, and he was a man of his word so he refrained from forcing Treavor's head down to take his throat.
Which was another most pleasing thing.
The hold Custis had on his little brother's head was just that, a hold, he was by no means controlling or guiding Treavor's head along his cock oh no, this was all Treavor.
Something prideful and possessive coiled at the back of the elder twin's mind. Treavor may not have directly run to him per say, but here he was, obedient and dare he say, beautiful, kneeling between his thighs.
Treavor moved one hand from his brother's prick to fondle and roll the testicles seated just below, drawing a very pleasant groan from Custis. Good, Treavor hated, hated this… But if he did a good enough job, Custis could maybe talk some mercy into his twin…
The hand gripping Treavor's hair tightened before drawing him from the prick.
Long strands of drool connected the edges of Treavor's mouth to the cock, smearing along the shaft as Custis drew Treavor's head down to bury his face in the space beneath his cock.
Treavor dared himself to meet his brother's eyes, surprising himself to find Custis's head tilted ever so slightly back against the chair, eyes closed…
He almost paused to watch the look of… Contemptment so rarely displayed upon his brother's face…
Custis and Morgan were undoubtedly handsome… But they so very rarely smiled or relaxed that whenever Treavor, for whatever reason, thought of his brothers, he could only ever recall their scowls…
To see Custis in such a relaxed state… Treavor loathed to admit it, brought about a sick, sick swell of pride.
This was the most power his brothers allowed him.
He was weak beneath his brothers. Small and slight he was, Morgan and Custis had no qualms pinning him down, holding him snug in place to torment him at their leisure…
But on his knees as he was, his brothers could guide his head and mouth, rut into his throat, but it was his choice to give them the satisfaction, he who drew the scandalous noises from his brother's throat.
Treavor would hate himself later, once his head had cleared of the warmth and the fire in his belly quelled itself shamefully across his palm. But he couldn't bring himself to draw his brother from his quiet state.
So Treavor continued to move his hand along the shaft of Custis' prick while he reached out with a tongue to lap at the flesh dangling between his brother's thighs, pressing closer to mouth and suckle at the heated skin delicately.
He was careful not to pinch the sensitive flesh, he didn't fancy the scolding, the beating or the iron bolt Custis had forced into his mouth to keep his tines parted the first and last time he had tried to bite his brothers.
He tongued at the flesh, drawing one of the heated mounds into his mouth to lave and adore as his other hand returned to fondle the neglected partner.
Custis' breath came in quiet pants as he rocked his hips against Treavor's chin, "Oh, that is nice." Custis mused warmly, Treavor could hardly hear a waver in his voice, though it certainly sounded strained.
Treavor hummed around the flesh in his mouth before releasing it with a 'pop' and moving to the other, Custis hissed above him a pleased little noise.
Treavor's lips and chin and cheeks were slick with drool, not that he or Custis particularly cared, after all, Custis did so enjoy seeing his little brother's chest smattered with his seed, a bit of drool was hardly a concern.
Treavor pressed a messy kiss to the inside of his brother's thigh once he released the other ball from his mouth before he rose back up, trailing his tongue along the side of Custis' prick.
Custis held his head in place before he could take the cock back into his mouth.
Treavor shuddered, keeping his eyes low as he waited… He knew Custis was watching him, he could feel his brother's gaze… He knew Custis wanted him to look up, look to him…
It took some time for Treavor to muster up the courage to lift his head… And god did he wish he hadn't.
Custis was sat back in his chair, eyeing his baby brother with a cocked brow and sultry gaze.
"Why is it that you seem so... " He paused, "Complacent with me… Yet you run from Morgan?"
Treavor stilled… Blinking owlishly at the question as he considered his brother's words...
"Well?"
Treavor shuddered, taking slow, deep breaths to settle his stuttering heart as he tested the hold his brother had on his head, finding quickly that Custis was merely interested in keeping Treavor's mouth away from his prick for the time being.
A stunted hiss passed Custis' clenched teeth as Treavor spat on his palm, slickening it, before returning it to the cock before him as he attempted to bow his head again, not towards the prick, just to avoid his brother's eyes.
Custis wasn't having any of it.
"A-an answer, if you would." He hissed out, though he allowed Treavor co continue to stroke along his length.
This time, a hiccuped sob did escape Treavor's lips and he attempted to shake his head.
"Please no…" He murmured, "Please… Don't make me answer…" His brother cooed in faux sympathy as he lowered Treavor's head to his thigh, draping his baby brother nearly across his lap despite the sloppy cheek pressing against his pant leg.
"Now you've made me curious Treavor." Custis mused, pausing to see if the small boy before him would answer willingly.
Treavor wept silently, his hand still stroking the prick in his palm.
Custis 'tsk'd'
"You know Treavor…" He began quietly, "If you don't tell me… I'll have to make something up to tell Morgan." A choked hiccup came from the body on his lap.
"Hmm… What could I tell Morgan?" Custis mused to himself thoughtfully, "Should I tell him you prefer me? Oh, he'd hate to hear that I'm sure." The elder twin chuckled.
"Though, I could just tell him that you hate him. He would so love to put you in your place you know." The hand in Treavor's hair began softly petting his head as if he were some dog.
"We have been waiting to have you beneath us for years Treavor, years… Morgan was particularly looking forward to tonight, and now you've gone and spoiled our fun."
Years… Treavor's stomach churned, they had been… Waiting for him?
"I know Morgan won't be pleased to find you so prettily sprawled across my lap… But perhaps if you answer my question, I'll be able to talk him down from doing anything drastic, hmm? How does that sound?"
The first time his brother's had ever… Offered him more than mere brotherly affections was them they were hardly older than him. They were fourteen… And they sat him down, little ten year old him, and taught him to kiss with his tongue…
Things continued to escalate…
Oh god… They waited for him…
"Well Treavor?" Custis purred from above him.
Treavor swallowed a sob, the tears didn't stop, Treavor doubted he could stop them...
"You don't…" Treavor began quietly, his voice shaky and timid…
They waited for him, the sick, sick, bastards.
"You don't... Mind slowing down…" Treavor finished with a hiccup, his throat felt tight, his stomach churning, but that could have just been anticipation.
"De-escalation or whatever…"
Treavor shuddered as he ran his thumb over the head of Custis' prick, smearing the pearly droplets seated just at the tip.
"Morgan never slows down…" He continued softly, "It gets… Scary when we're alone, without you, because you always talk him down when you know I can't take anymore and he never listens to me when I ask him to stop…"
Treavor knew he was rambling. He also knew it was a very bad idea to pour his guts out to either of his brothers, they'd use his words against him one way or another…
But he was helpless… Nothing he could say or do would spare him, the most he could do for himself was mitigate whatever torment his brother's had in store for him...
The gentle petting of his head turned into Custis running his fingers through the unruly locks.
There was a pause between them, a thoughtful silent as Custis continued to trail his fingers through Treavor's hair as Treavor continued to toy with his brother's cock.
"Get up?" Custis finally asked calmly, Treavor looked to his brother from his position atop Custis' thigh before nodding slowly and prying himself from the comfortable position be had been set in, sitting back on his knees he resettled between Custis' thighs.
Custis' hand was no longer in his hair, rather, his fingers were wrapped loosely around the side of Treavor's neck, not squeezing, simply holding.
Custis sat up from his relaxed position to lean close as he likewise drew Treavor up higher onto his knees.
Their noses bumped together as Custis drew him in for a long, slow press of lips and tongue. Treavor set his hands on his brother's knees as Custis lapped at Treavor's lower lip, Treavor welcomed his older brother with a sigh, his fight was gone… There was no point in resisting any longer…
His brothers had played the long game, they were prepared to reap what they sowed by any means necessary.
"I want you to keep me down your throat until Morgan gets back." Custis murmured heatedly against Treavor's lips, "Think you can manage that Treavor?"
Their faces were close enough that Treavor could feel his brother's breath as he nodded.
"Good boy." Custis murmured as he hand returned to Treavor's hair, drawing him away, back down to-
"Wait…"
Custis paused.
"I just…" Treavor averted his gaze as crimson settled at his cheeks, his heat was beating too fast, his breath too short, he needed to calm down…
"One more kiss?" He asked softly, hating himself, hating himself, hating himself for asking such a thing... His eyes flickering up to his brother before darting away again regardless…
He needed to calm down...
"Please?"
Custis hummed something at the back of his throat before he complied.
Treavor pressed back against Custis's lips and tongue, groaning softing into his brother's mouth as they slid against one another seamlessly.
The kiss was soft and sweet… Horrible and perfect, exactly what Treavor needed in that moment but the furthest thing Treavor wanted, though the youngest brother did find the courage to chase his brother's lips when Custis attempted to retreat.
The elder brother chuckled into his mouth as he returned the gesture.
Treavor (proudly) shamefully stole three more kisses before Custis pulled him away by his hair, the grin his brother wore was smug, self satisfying as he brought Treavor's head back down to his cock.
"Stop distracting me Treavor." He chided coyly, "You clever little minx."
Heat settled at Treavor's cheeks as he averted his eyes again, looking down to the prick hardly at his lips. The shaft was still somewhat slick from Treavor's palm, but still too dry for Treavor's taste.
His throat was small in comparison to the length and girth of his brothers, and no matter how many times his brothers had had him swallow them down, excessive slickness always worked in his favor.
Treavor mouthed at the sides of the prick, smearing drool with his lips and spreading it with his hands as he went, Custis kept his eyes trained on Treavor, though Treavor alternated between watching his brother and looking down past his nose to his the cock he was working with his lips.
Once Treavor found the prick adequately slick, just before he wore through his brother's patience, he returned to the tip of the prick, pressing a ginger kiss just to the head, keep his eyes trained on his older brother as he slowly worked the tip and first bit of the cock into his mouth.
The shaft slid easily into his mouth, past his lips, along the top of his tongue. Treavor paused when the head of the prick reach the back of his tongue. He glanced up to Custis as he pulled back slightly to breathe.
The hand in his hair tightened briefly.
"Do you want me to help?" Custis murmured.
Treavor swallowed once before he nodded around the cock, he always had difficulty easing his brothers down his throat by himself and sometimes it was just easier if he was guided down.
He relaxed his jaw and eased his throat as best be could, he knew from experience just how painful it would be if he didn't at least try, his throat would be sore later, and his voice hoarse, but at least he wouldn't tear anything… He hoped.
Looking up to Custis nervously, he blinked, tears rolled. Custis began to draw his head down, pressing his cock further and further back into his mouth.
Treavor swallowed as the tip of Custis' prick passed the end of his tongue, bumping against the very back of his mouth before sliding down, down into his throat.
His eyes rolled as his lips and nose were buried into the front of Custis' waist. He kept swallowing around the prick in part to quell the rolling of discomfort in his stomach and because he knew Custis enjoyed the sensation.
"Don't… Don't forget to breathe." Custis panted as he reached for his pen once more. "You can ease off if you don't think you can breathe around me, but I don't want my cock to leave your throat, understand?"
Treavor swallowed around Custis before taking a shuddered, stilted breath in through his nose.
Custis grinned, all teeth, and mused Treavor's hair with his hand before turning back to his work.
The only sounds to permeate the office for the next good while was the 'skritch, skritch, skritch' of Custis' pen and the obscene sound of Treavor swallowing around the prick in his throat and his wet breathing.
Custis' hand remained on the back of Treavor's head, running through his hair soothingly as his brother worked. Treavor remained on his knees, keeping his eyes closed most of the time, simply (enjoying) tolerating the feeling, the heat and tightness of the cock in his throat.
Drool trailed down his lips and chin, most of it settled between Custis' thighs as it messily dripped, but some delicate tail carried down Treavor's throat and to his chest.
Footsteps began to echo through the hall, approaching the door dejectedly.
Treavor made a small, silent noise at the back of his throat as he looked up to Custis. His older brother merely grinned as his hand tightened in Treavor's hair.
Morgan walked through the door, curses on the tip of his tongue and then he froze.
"Hello brother." Custis chimed nonchalantly as he slowly began to pull Treavor off his prick before forcing him back down again.